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Clouds like moss Birds fly across The wind which pushes the cloud Shake a massive crowd. Round and round the birds all fly Even if they go high and high For they do not know the noble way To return to the place where they rest and stay. Lump of clouds, tons they weigh But move swiftly in the clear blue sky Fleet of birds flying abroad With no barrier, nor straight road. Not in the cage locked with a key But in the air flying very free Life is like the high blue sky No more barriers if you try to fly.